What makes me happy?

I guess the title of this entry is a little misleading because at any given time there could be something new that is making me happy.  Currently there is something in my kitchen that makes me smile countless times throughout my day.  Every time I walk past it I find myself grinning from ear-to-ear.  It is exactly what I have needed to get me through these dreary, January days.

What currently makes me happy…A vase full of pink and orange tulips!! :O) 

Oh, how I love their open litle faces, their bright colours and their sweet fragrance.  I love them so much that I told Tim the other day if he ever wanted to send me flowers he could skip the roses and go right to the tulips!

This time of year can be a tough time.  The holidays are over, school starts back and the weather definitely leaves a lot to be desired.  A vase full of tulips hints at good things to come, though.  It is reminder of spring…fresh air, sweet smells…open doors and windows…evidence of new life everywhere you look!

Thank you, Papa, for tulips!  They were just what this girl needed! \O/

She's growing up!

With a 15yo, very beautiful, daughter…this struck a chord with me!  Thought you may enjoy it! :O)

Application for Permission to Date My Daughter

NOTE: This application will be incomplete and rejected unless accompanied by a complete financial statement,
job history, lineage, and current medical report from your doctor.

NAME____ ___________ ______________________  DATE OF BIRTH_____________

HEIGHT___________  WEIGHT____________  IQ__________  GPA_____________

SOCIAL SECURITY #_________________  DRIVERS LICENSE #________________

BOY SCOUT RANK AND BADGES__________________________________________

HOME ADDRESS_______________________  CITY/STATE___________  ZIP______

Do you have parents?                     ___Yes  ___No
Is one male and the other female?  ___Yes  ___No
If No, explain: _____________________________________________________________
      _____________________________________________________________________

Number of years they have been married ______________________________

If less than your age, explain
       _____________________ __________ _____________________________________

       ____________________________________________________________________

ACCESSORIES SECTION:

A. Do you own or have access to a van?              __Yes  __No

B. A truck with oversized tires?                             __Yes  __No

C. A waterbed?                                                     __Yes  __No

D. A pickup with a mattress in the back?      & nbsp;          __Yes  __No

E. A tattoo?                                                            __Yes  __No

F. Do you have an earring, nose ring,                       __Yes  __No
   pierced tongue, pierced cheek or a belly button ring?

(IF YOU ANSWERED ‘YES’ TO ANY OF THE ABOVE, DISCONTINUE APPLICATION
AND LEAVE PREMISES IMMEDIATELY.  I SUGGEST RUNNING.)

ESSAY SECTIO N: < /SPAN>

In 50 words or less, what does ‘LATE’ mean to you?

       ______________________________________________________________

       ______________________________________________________________

In 50 words or less, what does ‘DON’T TOUCH MY DAUGHTER’ mean to you?

       ______________________________________________________________

       ______________________________________________________________

In 50 words or less, what does ‘ABSTINENCE’ mean to you?

       ______________________________________________________________

       _ ___ __________________________________________________________

REFERENCES SECTION:

Church you attend ___________________________________________________

How often you attend ________________________________________________

When would be the best time to interview your:

       father? _____________

       mother? _____________

       pastor? _____________

SHORT-ANSWER SECTION:

Answer by filling in the blank.  Please answer freely, all answers
are confidential.

A: If I were shot, the last place I would want shot would be:

       ______________________________________________________________

B: If I were beaten, the last bone I would want broken is my:

  &nb s p;    ______________________________________________________________

C: A woman’s place is in the:

       ______________________________________________________________

D: The one thing I hope this application does not ask me about is:

       ______________________________________________________________

E. What do you want to do IF you grow up? ___________________________

       ______________________________________________________________

       ______________________________________________________________

F. When I meet a girl, the thing I always notice about her first is:

       ______________________________________________________________

F. What is the current going rate of a hotel room? __________________

I SWEAR THAT A LL INFORMATION SUPPLIED ABOVE IS TRUE AND CORRECT TO
THE BEST OF MY KNOWLEDGE UNDER PENALTY OF DEATH, DISMEMBERMENT,
NATIVE AMERICAN ANT TORTURE, CRUCIFIXION, ELECTROCUTION, CHINESE
WATER TORTURE, RED HOT POKERS, AND HILLARY CLINTON KISS TORTURE.

_________________________________________________________
Applicant’s Signature (that means sign your name, moron!)

_______________________________      ________________________________
Mother’s Signature                                              Father’s Signature

_______________________________      ________________________________
Pastor/Priest/Rabbi     & nbsp;  &n bsp;                                  State Representative/Congressman

Thank you for your interest, and it had better be genuine and non-sexual.
Please allow four to six years for processing.

You will be contacted in writing if you are approved.  Please do not try to call or write (since
you probably can’t, and it would cause you injury). If your application is rejected, you will be
notified by two gentleman wearing white ties carrying violin cases. (you might watch your back)

To prepare yourself, start studying Daddy’s Rules for Dating.

Daddy’s Rules for Dating
Your dad’s rules for your boyfriend (or for you if you’re a guy) :

Rule One:
    If you pull into my driveway and honk you’d better be delivering a package, because you’re sure not picking anything up.

Rule Two:
    You do not touch my daughter in front of me. You may glance at her, so long as you do not peer at anything below her neck. If you cannot keep your eyes or hands off of my daughter’s body, I will remove them..

Rule Three:
    I am aware that it is considered fashionable for boys of your age to wear their trousers so loosely that t hey appear to be f alling off their hips. Please don’t take this as an insult, but you and all of your friends are complete idiots. Still, I want to be fair and open minded about this issue, so I propose this compromise: You may come to the door with your underwear showing and your pants ten sizes too big, and I will not object. However, in order to ensure that your clothes do not, in fact come off during the course of your date with my daughter, I will take my electric nail gun and fasten your trousers securely in place to your waist.

Rule Four:
    I’m sure you’ve been told that in today’s world, sex without utilizing a ‘Barrier method’ of some kind can kill you. Let me elaborate, when it comes to sex, I am the barrier, and I will kill you.

Rule F:
    It is usually understood that in order for us to get to know each other, we should talk about sports, poli tics, and other issues of the day. Please do not do this. The only information I require from you is an indication of when you expect to have my daughter safely back at my house, and the only word I need from you on this subject is: ‘early.’

Rule Six:
    I have no doubt you are a popular fellow, with many opportunities to date other girls. This is fine with me as long as it is okay with my daughter. Otherwise, once you have gone out with my little girl, you will continue to date no one but her until she is finished with you. If you make her cry, I will make you cry.

Rule Seven:
    As you stand in my front hallway, waiting for my daughter to appear, and more than an hour goes by, do not sigh and fidget. If you want to be on time for the movie, you should not be dating. My daughter is putting on her makeup, a process than can take longer th an painting the Golden Gate Bridge . Instead of just standing there, why don’t you do something useful, like changing the oil in my car?

Rule Eight:
    The following places are not appropriate for a date with my daughter: Places where there are beds, sofas, or anything softer than a wooden stool. Places where there is darkness. Places where there is dancing, holding hands, or happiness. Places where the ambient temperature is warm enough to induce my daughter to wear shorts, tank tops, midriff T-shirts, or anything other than overalls, a sweater, and a goose down parka – zipped up to her throat. Movies with a strong romantic or sexual themes are to be avoided; movies which feature chain saws are okay. Hockey games are okay. Old folks homes are better.

Rule Nine:
    Do not lie to me. I may appear to be a potbellied, baldi ng, middle-aged, dimwitted has-been. But on issues relating to my daughter, I am the all-knowing, merciless god of your universe. If I ask you where you are going and with whom, you have one chance to tell me the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. I have a shotgun, a shovel, and five acres behind the house. Do not trifle with me.

Rule Ten:
    Be afraid. Be very afraid. It takes very little for me to mistake the sound of your car in the driveway for a chopper coming in over a rice paddy near Hanoi . When my Agent Orange starts acting up, the voices in my head frequently tell me to clean the guns as I wait for you to bring my daughter home. As soon as you pull into the driveway you should exit the car with both hands in plain sight. Speak the perimeter password, announce in a clear voice that you have brought my daughter home safely and early, then return to your car – there is no need for you to come inside. The camouflaged face at the window is mine    


 

 

 

Santa in the Manger

Santa in the Manger

We got a card the other day

A Christmas one, in fact,

But it really was the strangest thing

And showed such little tact.

 

For laying in the manger

Was Santa, big as life,

Surrounded by some little elves

And Rudolph and his wife.

 

There was so much excitement

That the shepherd’s saw the glow

Of Rudolph’s bright and shining nose

Reflected on the snow.

 

So in they rushed to see him

Followed by the wise men three,

Who came not bearing any gifts ~

Just some stockings and a tree.

 

They gathered round about him

To sing praises to his name;

A song about Saint Nicholas

And how he came to fame.

 

Then they handed him the lists they’d made

Of, oh, so many toys

That they were sure they would receive

For being such good boys.

 

And sure enough he chuckled,

While reaching in his bag,

And placed in all their outstretched hands

A gift that bore a tag.

 

And on that tag was printed

A simple verse that read,

“Even though it’s Jesus’ birthday,

Please take this gift instead.”

 

Then I realized they really did

Know Who this day was for

Though by every indication

They had just chosen to ignore.

 

And Jesus looked upon this scene,

His eyes so filled with pain ~

They said this year’d be different

But they’d forgotten Him again.

 

Barb Cash

A must read!

Just wanted to give you a heads up on a book that, in my humble opinion, is a must-read for all Christians!!!  Give it a shot!  I don’t think you’ll be diappointed!!

TheShackBook.com

 

When time stands still!

There are times in our lives when time seems to stand still!  It happens on days when it is extremely chaotic and I think it feels about 4 hours later than it actually is! LOL!  There are some times when time seems to stand still, though, and it is for a good reason.  I got to experience one of those good times last week. 

In 8th grade I was in Mr. Richardson’s french class.  Not too exciting a subject, but one of the best times of my life.  As a result of this class, I met Janet Adams!  We became fast friends and Janet was instrumental in me coming to know the Lord.  He used Janet to show me a different way of living life and, although it took a few years, I embraced the Jesus I saw in her life in a passionate way.

Last week my son, Benji, and I got to go to Toronto to celebrate his 13th birthday.  He is the only child I have that shows signs of having inherited any of my Canadian blood and I was thrilled when Toronto was his choice for a place to go!  Benji and I had a wonderful time and made some great memories.  Seeing the sights with my boy was such a fun time and time with Janet and her family topped the list for me.

It had been 8 years since I last saw Janet and I had never had the pleasure of meeting her dear children.  Her girls and Benji became fast friends and Janet and I had lots of time to catch up and share our hearts with each other.  Time flies until you are with a heart friend!  Somehow the clock winds back and all those years apart are lost in the thrill of being together again!

Thank you, Janet, for loving me for all these years and for being the one person I can talk to with whom I have a past (besides family, of course)!  You remain one of the true joys of my life and I can never thank you enough for the impact you had on my life back when we were in school!  I love you!!!

 

 

« Older entries